ONE HUNDRED FIFTY
(I/C)
After finishing the appraisal of the ORNAMENTAL JEWELED RAPIER [25], Brendon unstrapped his belt, and slid the weapon and scabbard on. “Now THIS is befitting the son of a pirate lord,” he said, striking a pose hand on his hip.
Lannis gave Brendon a quizzical look, "Now that Brendon has decided that he is the man to carry the valuable treasure for us I do have a question. I ask this with total sincerity. Are you sure that sword isn't covered in piss?”
Scowling at the Magic User, the Scout fired off, “Just because I’m carrying this doesn’t mean shit! I see you din’t say anything about your rod, the hammer, the weapon that Doc has or the vase, but now you have something to say?” His voiced lowered half an octave, “Just what are you implying?”
Wyn gave Abraxas a sidelong glance, noting the fighter’s renewed vigor before turning back to Brendon. “Monsieur du Lac, when you ‘ave some time, you may want to remove doze gems from de sword. I don’t tink the sword has value itself en it just be extra weight.”
Abraxas, flexing his forearms and smiling to himself, frowned and looked at Brendon sighing, "He literally asked if you checked to see if it was covered in BobGob pee.” He pointed back to the south, “Like the room with the other Dead Elves. The BobGob peed all over them."
“With all the bull shit we dealt with in the last few days, we’re really worried if something was pissed on??”
Lannis snapped his fingers under Brendon’s nose, ending it with a pointed rigid finger quivering at him. "Is your fuse always this short? We discussed the other items and gave them out based on who they would benefit the most.” He spread his hands wide, “Do you see yourself gaining much combat value out of a dull sword covered in gems?” He clapped them together and cast a sharp glower at him. “I don't rightly care what you carry Brendon, but I'll ask you not to take that tone with me again. You aren't my boss nor my lover, so maybe direct that ire towards our enemies next time, hmm?"
"Si, who is worried about it?” Abraxas questioned. “He just asked, and YOU took offense, and I just stated what he had asked. Is there a problemo?"
The dwarf shrugged, “Whatever Brendon. May the weapon bring you luck. I hope it’s more useful than just a pointy jewelry box.”
“I fancy the weapon, really is this an issue?”
"Not really no,” Lannis said, “Carry it if it makes you happy, but please be careful with it. Wyn had a good suggestion about removing the gems later. For now, why don't we leave before the Wolf ends up sporting the fancy new toothpick, hmm?"
The elf sighed, stepping out to the hall. “Onward to see nord, oui? Mayhaps we be lucky en de wolf be lickin’ ‘is balls or sometin.”
Abraxas moved back, making room for the group to exit, muttering, "I mean... is it the weapon you fancy - which has been said to be ornamental - or the gems, no? Seems a innocent enough question to me."
"An innocent enough question perhaps,” Lannis said, “but one also entirely irrelevant at the moment. Brendon hasn't given us any reason not to trust him in this instance. I'm quite ready to get back to the job at hand, unless someone here has some reason to continue this conversation right here and right now."
Making a short bow at the Magic User, Brendon replied, “Thank you, it does make me happy. Kinda brings back memories of when I was on the water.” He took a deep breath and let it out, “I’m sorry for being snippy. I’m tired, worn out, and some of the off handed remarks from the past few days around his field of expertise have gotten under my skin.”
Lyra gave the group a scowl. “There is a wolf roaming around who can probably hear Aine sighing from above and you lot won’t shut up about a sword - which I want to see later Brendon,” she added as an aside, “Let’s just keep going and we can argue about ripping gems from a ornate weapon later.”
Lannis leaned over, adding, “Technically, it’s a rapier.”
“Technically, you’re a nancy assed momma’s boy,” she fired back.
“Technically, you’re a homo equine,” He replied with a sneer.
“Make another horse joke to my face, please.” She leaned over, eyes locked with his. “I look forward to watching you cry in pain after I shove your precious Rod up your ass and fire it off.”
Lannis opened his mouth and shut it, squirming. “Ugh, filthy sex elves, they probably already did that.” He turned back to the rest of the group and motioned ahead, “Whatever, we should get moving, the hairs on the back of my neck are standing up for some reason."
"Amigos, I feel mad bueno! Listo a.... como dices... take on Corgfitz all on my own! A drogo? No problemo. Let's find this Lobo, let's find this Beeskipper, this Yailer, let's do it all amigos! Vamonos amigos, let's head out.”
“What he said!” Lannis agreed, smiling and then shrugging.
Brendon led us off, Kovid’s lantern lighting the way for the party as they made their way step by step to the north. The stone walls of the castle passed by on each side, as the paces kept going behind us. After almost 60 paces from the elven armory, the gloom parted ahead to show a passage turning to the east. The group stayed quiet as it was obvious there was a dull light around the corner coming from somewhere.
With small steps and a keen eye, the Scout walked the last half dozen paces to the corner and peered around. The passage went to the east, at least 30’ and then some but was lost in the darkness. The light was coming from a door on the right hand side, about half open (<Hear Noise +20%, Red 04). The Scout could hear the happy sounds of a large canine gnawing on a bone and the occasional thump of its tail wagging. He was sure there was no one else in the room and the stink of canine urine was pretty rank. From somewhere else in the castle down the hall (not at all close by) he could hear the occasional muttering of deep voices. (>Wolf Sense: Black 13 – failed).
He stepped back and faded once again to the party, letting them know of his discovery. Holding the rapier’s hilt tightly, Brendon looked back down the hall and asked, “What now?”
Time now is: Day 4, 3:23 PM
(OOC)
Right now the wolf does NOT know you guys are here, failed two checks – so unless you do something stupid, he will have to make a surprise check if you bust in weapons hot.
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